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Camping. A crazy mumbled song that comes humming out. Attract the attention of cats so that they step softly onto the bed and turn in circles, then lie down. In the afternoon, I threw the heavy blanket up over me and was instantly in a tent. Inside, I felt the twinge of tiny acupuncturist needle pricks. I felt my deeper cells. 45 minutes went by. The pains in the body become companions. In the mind, they are ghosts, still so hard to make friends with.